Currently perched on the edge of a hotel bed in a town I still can't pronounce, debating whether the "fitness center" down the hall technically counts as a gym. It's one treadmill, a bike with a dead screen, and a dumbbell rack that leaps from 5 straight to 40 with nothing in between.
My whole routine on the road right now is about 25 minutes of walking plus three rounds of goblet squats, one-arm rows, and push-ups. Takes exactly as long as my coffee takes to cool down, which feels like a fair trade.
Four cities in nine days and I've moved in every single one. Nothing heroic — some days it's a proper session, some days it's pacing the hallway during a long conference call. I just want to walk through my front door feeling like a person instead of a rolling suitcase.
What's your fallback when the hotel gym is basically a sad little room with a broken bike? Preferably something that doesn't require trusting the carpet.